Sweet Revenge

What do you do when someone does something radical? Like, up and graduate from grad school and get a job and move away?? The audacity! The XY chromosomal half of this couple used to have a standing weekly dinner date with us, at least for a few years until he married the beautiful and delightful XX chromosomal half of the couple. They even married in our house! And now, what do they do? Move to one of the most lovely places I’ve ever visited with topography, trees, a nice climate . . . sigh.

Denial doesn’t really work in the long run. Whatever it is you wish wouldn’t happen is still going to happen; you just look like a fool pretending that it’s not. No, a much better approach is inducing diabetic coma. When they come for dinner tonight I will feed them so much sugar they will be unable to move toward the door! Ha!ย  If that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll just have to be all grown-up about it and say good-bye and hope they come back to visit. ๐Ÿ˜‰

But here is Plan A:

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When I baked Lori’s birthday cake, I made a couple of extra chocolate layers for tonight’s dessert. I sliced each layer in half to make four cake layers and between each is a chocolate ganache layer. It is frosted with a cocoa butter cream frosting and decorated with a high gloss chocolate chip/sour cream mixture.ย  I’ve been known to add almond, hazelnut, or orange to various parts of this sort of dessert, but this one is all ‘just’ chocolate.

Next week we say goodbye to another couple we have come to love.ย  That’s the hard part of living in a college town and being the ones who are staying.ย  I keep hoping one day we’ll be the ones leaving for a place in the West, but until that day comes, we’ll just keep a supply of chocolate and sugar on hand to make them lethargic when they think of leaving! ๐Ÿ˜›

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2 Responses

  1. sugar coma doesn’t sound too bad for revenge. ๐Ÿ˜›

    i think just looking at the picture of your cake has caused my sugar to spike to unhealthy levels! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Bummer. They made it out the door. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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